[ Flynn was not even slightly expecting to be greeted by being patted on the face. This is a dire situation, after all: being locked in a cell has never agreed with anyone, especially Flynn Scifo. He feels a bit like he failed already, and a bit like he wasn't even given a chance, and very much how he imagines a monster trapped in a cage might feel, which is to say, desperate.

So he kind of reels back, stumbling on new-made limbs and catching himself on the wall, just barely, staring at his companion. ]

Ah—that is—please... don't kiss me, there's really no need for anything like that.

[ Perhaps introducing himself will get Flynn back onto the right foot? He straightens himself, pressing a closed fist to his own heart and bowing slightly. ]

My name is Flynn Scifo, of the Imperial Knights. I was wondering if you were injured in any way.